A film that manages something so uniquely ingenious, in that it thrives on the very things which often exist to stumble most other productions, blurring the line between planned intention and clever improvisation.

Less a character deconstruction (though there's a nice mental framework for that built around the subjectivity of art), and more a slow escalating and chronicling of violent sociopathic methodology. We watch Jack grow, not as a person, but as a serial killer. And with each major step (or "incident", as the film defines these milestones) towards refined depravity and sadism, a shedding of whatever little humanity Jack happened to posses. The scariest part of the film (which is also one of the funniest) is when he has to learn (through imitation) how to behave like a well adjusted human being, so that he can be a more effective serial killer. Matt Dillon staring into a mirror surrounded by pictures of normal people—each exhibiting a different emotion—and attempting to mimic those facial expressions, was absolutely chilling.

But it's good. Better than most Netflix original horror outings (I know I know, low bar) and does an admirable job thriving on the drama created from its premise. Drama that's propelled by solid performances from a nicely varied cast of "hey I recognize that person"-listers and lead by an also solid turn-in from Sandra Bullock. If you dug A Quiet Place, you'll dig this.

Ultimately enough is done with Slay Belles that makes it a not-so-bad watch for when you're needing to satisfy that holiday horror sweet-tooth, and aren't looking to expend much in the way of brain power.

From its opening act to its closing moments, Blood Paradise somehow manages to stay both tightly wound, and loose as a goose. Kudos to Director Patrick Von Barkenberg who pulls off a darkly comedic balancing act.

A darkness swirls at the center of a world-renowned dance company, one that will engulf the artistic director, an ambitious young dancer, and a grieving psychotherapist. Some will succumb to the nightmare. Others will finally wake up.

Set in the almost dystopic past of 1977 Berlin, it doesn’t take long for the Suspiria remake, re-imagining, rehashing, what have you, to visually and sonically hypnotize its viewer, and set itself a tone.

If you’re looking for a howl-filled horror film peppered with both heart and bite, and you’ve memorized the lines to American Werewolf in London, Ginger Snaps, and The Howling already, maybe give this one a shot.

“Shocking”, “Brutal” don’t even begin to cover it. Lucio A. Rojas delivers something so deeply troubling, a film which effortlessly burrows to the core of it's viewer in disturbing fashion, threatening to leave their psyche permanently scarred, that it almost becomes impossible to recommend

Well this was a neat surprise in our inbox. Director Andrew Robinson was kind enough to share two of his latest short films with us! Brief impressions from Sarah and David just inside; be sure to give the creepy shorts a viewing of your own, along with comments, they’re each linked on the page for your convenience.

Extremity feels like what I'd imagine Rob Zombie's idea of psychotherapy to be. The haunt equivalent of David Fincher's Seven. It's a brutal affair layered with scathing commentary that unflinchingly dives into the topic of physical and mental abuse. An effective story, one tailor fit for the horror genre.